I woke up this morning, and found myself watching my ceiling fan spin around and around.
Today is the day, I thought to myself, and officially declared the day Fall Clean Up.
Luckily, after a tasty breakfast of Cream of Wheat and peaches, Bug agreed with me. I might be the mommy and therefore think I'm the boss, but completing Fall Clean Up with an uncooperative almost 2-year-old is basically impossible. With the toddler on board, the two-and-a-half of us spent the morning stripping bed sheets, vacuuming floors, scrubbing toilets, and pulling all the tops that I won't be fitting in to for the next several months out of my drawers and folding them into tupperware bins.
And a measly 3 and a half hours later, I found myself flopping down on the couch, for once in my entire life looking forward to folding laundry because it meant I could sit down. At seventeen weeks pregnant, growing this Sherman baby takes some real energy.
Thank heavens for a good episode of What Not To Wear to keep me company while the Bug (lucky girl) gets a nap. Once she's awake, it's back to the grind, pulling out the clothes Bug has grown out of over the summer from her drawers and replacing them with the long sleeves I found for her--on sale PLUS a coupon!--yesterday at Carter's. Tired or not, it will be time to mop the kitchen floor and polish the countertops.
After all, the Fall Clean Up waits for no woman. Or fetus.
1 comment:
I'm glad you feel well enough to clean your house! My house is a disaster and I'm not even pregnant. Usually when I need to clean, I have a dilemma. It's usually one of two things: 1) I KNOW that the next day the dust will be back and the dog hair will be on the floor and the dishes will be dirty so I wonder, what's the point?? and 2) There's so much to do and so many "deep cleaning" house projects I want to work on that I don't know where to start and what to work on first. So I don't do anything. HA.
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